Growing up, I loved two things: eating obscene amounts of Gushers and reading books. In addition to my love for literature (and processed food), I had an English teacher for a father who corrected me every time I said “me” instead of “I” and an uncle who used words that haven’t been around since the 17th century.
At the age of 25, I should be a walking thesaurus (not to mention, obese)....

It’s that time of year again.
Time to gather the family around the proverbial Yule log before mocking that 14-page holiday letter you get every year from those family “friends” you can’t stand. Time to watch your mother have a meltdown when she realizes the mashed potatoes she made for the Christmas party are the consistency of paste. Time to repeatedly tell your family members that you would...

Do you remember the movie, “Glengarry Glen Ross?” If not, I suggest you get it and watch it immediately Alec Baldwin’s character, Blake, makes a statement that has resonated with me to this day:
“Put that coffee down. Coffee is for closers only. I don’t see any closers in here,” Blake from “Glengarry Glen Ross.”
As a Starbucks enthusiast and sales trainer, every time I take a sip I think about...

I came downstairs last Friday to find three diapers and a note waiting for me on the living room chair.
I was at my parents’ house in Maryland for the weekend and my brother, 13-year-old cousin and I had decided to make the two-hour trip to Pennhurst Asylum, an old mental institution turned haunted house. My mom knew the Huggies would be necessary for when we inevitably lost control of our...